Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.